Feb 5, 2018
Robert Dickison says running had been an integral part of his adult life and now at 74 it certainly hasn’t stopped him even if it's a run of 100 miles. From working at a mine way out in the desert of northern Australia to returning to the Gold Coast, then getting on a plane bound for New Zealand to run 100 miles, then returning the same way he came, none of that phased him - stopped him.
Earlier on in New Zealand, Robert owned running shops, which was the centre of his universe, so when he and his partner moved to Australia his passion for running has continued. So what’s his secret to achieving such a physical goal despite the odds? It’s mental. It’s your thinking yet many people reaching 50 allow a switch to be turned on that says life is downhill from now on. However for Robert it’s the total opposite. He loves to help others to keep going, keeping at it at your level, but all the while congratulating yourself for doing that. As each day passes doing just a little more within a few weeks, your brain is firing, your energy and vitality better, your thinking clearer and the benefits of being outside can’t be underestimated.
To keep that momentum Robert and his partner set up Mojo runners.com and a group facebook.com/mojorunners to help runners, joggers or walkers around the world keep a record of their activity in the 2018 Runners Diary. Robert’s message to keep on going is clear, it’s hard to beat a person who never gives up – that applies to many areas of life, just walk, jog or run a little more and walk a little less.
From Bernice notes
Now at 58 on the edge of an abyss having arrived in another country with my partner, plus 4 suitcases, $5000 dollars were about to venture into the unknown and start over again.
Having lost everything, home, business, investment properties and in debt for $50k it was frightening. The unknown always is daunting. With no prospects of any work we had to stay with my daughter because we simply couldn’t afford to rent.
Oscillating from feeling completely numb and in shock then switching to anger, fear, shame, guilt and grief, I definitely played the blame game, as I simply couldn’t bear to take responsibility for where I found myself.
Anxiety and depression were my closest friends, so I withdrew from my family, into my own sad world, which I said earlier, wasn’t the first time I found myself in a similar position.
One major distinction was glaring at me.
I had never been without a home or income. Could things get worse? Oh hell yes!